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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.