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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.