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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.