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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.