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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grime 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Main Source,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.