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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.