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 Estonia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Darondo,
10cc,
Wire,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.