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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.