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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Q65,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.