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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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 Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.