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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.