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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Nas,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.