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 Romania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
The Litter,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.