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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
JFA,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.