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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.