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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.