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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.