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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.