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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Slave,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.