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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Ituana,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Scion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.