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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.