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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.