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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Mars,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.