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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.