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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.