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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.