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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.