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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
AZ,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.