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 France and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Gong,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.