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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.