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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Skriet,
X-101,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.