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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.