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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.