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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.