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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Intrusion 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.