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 Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.