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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.