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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.