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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Monks to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.