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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.