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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Television,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Visage,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.