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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.