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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.