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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.