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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.