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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.