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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.