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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.