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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.