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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Index,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.