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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.