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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.