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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.