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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.