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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.