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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.