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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Ituana,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.