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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.