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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.