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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.