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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Slave,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.