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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Busters to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.