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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.