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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.