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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.