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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
cv313,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.