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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.