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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.