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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.