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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Litter,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.