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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.