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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.