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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.