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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.