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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.