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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.