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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.