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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.