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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.