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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.