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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.