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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.