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 Bahamas 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.