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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.