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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.