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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.