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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.