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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.