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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.