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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.