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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.