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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.