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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.