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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Nas,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Nico,
Can,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.