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 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.