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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.