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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.