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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The Motions,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.