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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.