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 Niger 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.