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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.