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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.