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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Shoche,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.