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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.