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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.