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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.