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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.