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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Index,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.