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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Can,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.