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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.