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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.