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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.