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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.