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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 X-Ray Spex 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Can,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.