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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
DNA,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
the Association,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.