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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.