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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.