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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.