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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.