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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.