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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.