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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.