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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.