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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.