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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
June Days,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.