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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Motorama,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Television,
The Wake,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.