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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.