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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 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 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.