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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.