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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.