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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Josef K,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.