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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.