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 South Africa 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.