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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.