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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.