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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.