Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.