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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 the Germs 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.