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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.