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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.