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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.