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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Q65,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.