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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.