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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.