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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.