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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.