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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.