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 Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.