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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.