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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.