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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.