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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.