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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.