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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Index,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.