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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.