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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.