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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.