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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
UT,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.