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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.