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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.