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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Technova,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.