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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.