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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.