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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fortunes 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.