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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.