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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.