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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.