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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.