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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.