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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.