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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.