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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.