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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.