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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.