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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.