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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.