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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.