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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.