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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.