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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.