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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Angels of Light 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.