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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.