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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Pole,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.