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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.