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 South Africa and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.