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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.