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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.