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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
UT,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.