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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.