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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.