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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.