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 St Lucia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Television,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.