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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.