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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.