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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.