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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.