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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Magma,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.