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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.