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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.