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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.