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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.