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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.