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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
10cc,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.