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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.