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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.