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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.