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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.