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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.