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 Benin 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.