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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.