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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.