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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Monks,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.