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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.