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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.