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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.