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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.