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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.