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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.