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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.