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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.