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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.