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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.