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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.