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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.