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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.