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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.