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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.