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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.