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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Technova,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.