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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.