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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.