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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Human League,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.