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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.