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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.