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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 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 Von Mondo 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.