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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod 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 grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
MC5,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.