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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.