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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.