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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
AZ,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.