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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
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.