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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.