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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.