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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 808 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 Mr. Review 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.