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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.