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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.