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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.