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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.