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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Victims,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.