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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.