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 Georgia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 China Crisis 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.