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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.