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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.