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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.