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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.