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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Scion,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
DNA,
Organ,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.