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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.