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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.