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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.