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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.