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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Last Poets to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.