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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.