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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Gong,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.