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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gong,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Monks,
Lyres,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.