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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
The Fall,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.