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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
This Heat,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.