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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.