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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.