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 Uganda 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Mars,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.