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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.