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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
June Days,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.