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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.