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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Lyres,
X-101,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.