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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.