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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.