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 France and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.