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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.