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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.