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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.