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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.