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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Index,
Television,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.