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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Names,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.