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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s 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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.