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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.