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 India and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.