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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.