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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.