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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.