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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.