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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.