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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.