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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.