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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.