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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.