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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.