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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
New Order,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.