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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.