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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Nas,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.