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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 John Holt to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.