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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.