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 France and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.