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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.