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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
MC5,
X-101,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.