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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Wire,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.