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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Roxette,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.