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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.