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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nico,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.