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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.