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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.