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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.