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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The Motions,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Ludus,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.