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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.