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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Visage,
Can,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.