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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.