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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.