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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.