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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.