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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.