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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.