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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.