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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.