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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.