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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
MC5,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.