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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.