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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.