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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.