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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.