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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.