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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Franke,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.