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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.