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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
ABC,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.