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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.