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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.