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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
June Days,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.