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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.