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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.