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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.