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 Thailand 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
UT,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.