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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the grime 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.