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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.