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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.