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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.