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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.