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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.