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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.