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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.