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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.