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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.