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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.