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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.