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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.