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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.