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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.