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 Romania and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.