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 India 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.