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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.