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 India and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.