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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
PIL,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.