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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Scion,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.