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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.