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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.