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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.