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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.