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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.