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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.