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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.