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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Motions,
Smog,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.