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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.