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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.