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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.