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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.