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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.