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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
MC5,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.