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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.