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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.