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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.