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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.