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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.