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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.