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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.