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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.