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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.