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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.