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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.