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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.