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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.