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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Crime,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.