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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Pole,
Swans,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.