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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.