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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.