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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.