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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.