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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.