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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Can,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.