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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.