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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.