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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.