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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Swans,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.