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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.