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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Mars,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.