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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.