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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
UT,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.