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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Slave,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.