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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.