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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Gong,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.