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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.