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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.