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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.