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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Associates to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.