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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.