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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Seeds,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.