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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.