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 India 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.