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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.