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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.