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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.