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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.