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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.