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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.