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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.