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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.