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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.