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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Faust,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.