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 Finland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.