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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.