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 France and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.