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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.