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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.