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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.