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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.