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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.