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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.