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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Lyres,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.