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 London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.