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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Move,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.