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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Faust,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.