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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.