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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.