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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Nas,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.