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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.