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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Nico,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.