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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.