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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.