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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.