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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.