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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.