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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Scion,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Japan,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.