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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.