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 India and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Depeche Mode 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.