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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.