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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.