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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.