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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.