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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.