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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.