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 Fiji and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Residents,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.