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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.