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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.