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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.