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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.