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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.