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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.