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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.