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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.