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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.