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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Can,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.