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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.