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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.