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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.