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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Pole,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.