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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.