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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Cure,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.