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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.