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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.