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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.