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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.