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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.