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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Pole,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.