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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.