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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Japan,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.