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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.