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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.