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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Television,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.