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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.