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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.