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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.