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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.