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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.