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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.