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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.