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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
New Order,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.