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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.