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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.