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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.