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 Comoros 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.