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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.