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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Slave to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Skarface,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.