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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.