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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Names,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.