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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.