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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Shoche,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.