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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.