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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.