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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.