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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.