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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.