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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Can,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Wake,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.