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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.