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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Camberwell Now 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.