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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.