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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.