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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.