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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.